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This week

Someone came into my store with a flying squirrel on their shoulder.

Miley Cyrus was referred to multiple times in my honors economics class, we were talking about Malthus and how passion between the sexes will never die. 

I love my professors pin striped jackets and polka dot bow ties

I was informed that I should expect Sammy to be robbed at least once at the bank. I'm not ok with this.

I don't want to take my ring in to be resized because I want to just wear it.

A student who wants to be a doctor referred to periods as " Mother Natures monthly visitor." My professor teased her relentlessly.

I shared some writing with my class and they all loved it. 

I freaking love my superman cup.

I got an iPad. Actually, that was last week but I am in love and it has really helped me get my school work done more effectively. I don't feel so evil selling them hahaha! Also if my grammar and such has declined, that would be from the tiny keyboard. 

Oh, and I changed my major to public health. More on that coming soon. Don't worry, I'm never giving up the writing dream, just helping it actually. 

I've discovered I hate Hemingway, and most books that are 'great' literature. I'll keep reading my Meg Cabot thank you. 

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